Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pylon,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.